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Guenevere

Age when it happend: 17
Where it happened: Castle bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 4
Category: Straight

We have a wonderfully clever wizard named Merlin here in Camelot and he has told me how he has devised a way to look into the future. Looking hundreds of years ahead he has seen what he says is called a web page on something called “Internet,” wherein persons tell of their first sexual experiences.
Merlin thinks that I should tell of my first experience with my husband, Arthur. He says there will be many stories and legends about Arthur in the future but they will all be about what a great warrior he is, and wise ruler, and there might be some curiosity about what kind of a person he was, and (I blush a little as I say this) what kind of a sex partner.
Well, my goodness, if there really is going to be that cuiosity about Arthur, perhaps I should “tell all” about his (and my) first experiences with sex, and Merlin has devised a way to transmit this to this “web page.” (Does this have anything to do with spiders? I have always had a horror of spiders).
To begin with, you should know that ours was not a romantic love story. Arthur did not court me and win my hand with his romantic ways. Ours was an arranged marriage. My father was a baron with a small kingdom near here and he wished to find favor with Arthur so he was glad to promise me as his bride, without consulting me.
So at 17 I found myself transported here with a group of ladies in waiting to meet my husband-to-be. I was, of course, highly nervous but also excited as I had heard stories of how mighty Arthur was.
When I met him I saw that he was, indeed, mighty in body. He was over six feet tall, almost a giant, weighing well over 200 pounds, with powerful shoulders and chest, and what Merlin tells me will be known in this future I am writing to as “great abs.”
He was also, I was surprised to learn, very shy, at least with women. He barely looked at me when we were introduced but kept his eyes on the ground and mumbled something about being pleased to meet me. When Merlin whispered “Kiss her, your majesty,” he took my hand and politely kissed it.
Well, we were married with great pomp and pageantry and then we had a wedding feast, with much drinking of toasts and with Arthur’s friends wishing him well and making rather lewd remarks about how he would be spending his time from now on, whih he did not seem to understand. Finally it grew late and I was anxious to get to bed with my new husband, so I asked him if we could not call it a night. He called out, “Attention, everyone, it is time to go as my wife wishes to go to bed.” There was a loud, raucous laugh at this and again Arthur did not know why.
In our bedroom I waited for him to make the first move, and when he seemed unsure of what to do I took “the bull by the horns” and said “Let us get our clothes off and get into bed,” and began disrobing. He was shocked at this and when I had disrobed down to just a simple shift and went up to
him and began unbuckling his garments and pulling them off he tried to stop me, saying “This is not seemly.” I said “I care not for seemly, I am a wife who wants to know her husband,” and continued, with his resistance growing less, until I had him down to just a shirt.
Then I forgot all maidenly modesty, reached under that shirt and took out his giant whang — and ladies, it was giant. He was blushing red as a beet and trying to put his hands over it. Instead I took his hands and had them remove my shift. When I was naked, I led him to our bed and pushed him onto it.
After that I played with his whang and it grew huge and hard, and he began to enjoy it, and then I put his hand on my breasts and on my nether lips and he found the pleasure of fondling them, and soon we had both worked up a heat of pleasure, and I said, “Now, Arthur, NOW,” lay on my back, spread my legs and thankfully he realized what to do next. I had to help him get that great organ into my tiny body, but nature is so wondrous that she had made it possible for even a giant whang to enter a woman’s pussy. He got it in, I felt my maidenhead break, and then —
Well, it was a great experience, and truth to tell there have been many more since then. So Arthur was not a great lover to begin with, but I am satisfied with him now.
Well, truthfully, I might wish he would be a little more romantic, say tender, flattering things to me, but that is not his nature.
Hmm, there is this new knight in court, from France, called Lancelot, and he seems to have a gift for saying tender, romantic things. Perhaps I can get him to teach Arthur some of them. It will be worth a try.

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